"Why should I hate you?" Matthew Saxon found her question both laughable and infuriating.
She stared dumbfounded at him for a few seconds, her lips moved slightly as she slowly said, "Because I'm Autumn Spencer's daughter."
"I know very well that you're Autumn Spencer's daughter."
Scarlett Yates blinked, her expression somewhat foolish, "Doesn't that bother you at all?"
"Bother me? About what?" He pursed his lips again, still angry, so his tone wasn't very good.
Scarlett bit her lip, inexplicably feeling guilty as he stared at her, her eyes flickered as she murmured, "Your mom became depressed because she found out Uncle Saxon loved another woman, and that woman is my mom."
"So, I should hate Autumn Spencer and also hate you?" He frowned, pursing his lips even tighter.
"I really wish I could crack open your head and see what's inside?"
All doubts were finally resolved.
She had tormented him for so long, all for something he had known for ages.
